Hello! In this blog I have to write about some childhood anecdote, because I have many, but the one that always come to mind when I talk about evil was when I was about ten years. With my family, parents, uncles and cousins, we went on a trip to the beach to camp, (when it could), I do not really remember the place or anything, since I only have vague memories of that trip, but what ever I am going to Forgetting was the crossing I had with three of my older cousins. We were playing on the shore of some rocks, and we saw that below there was a kind of island. As we were all small and curious we wanted to go to expedition, and we thought that lowering gradually, and crouched was better, not to slip by how steep it was. Then with my cousin Margarita, we sat down, and jumping from time to time with the back, by the stones, we laughed a lot, but when we realized that it was late and we were very down we started to get scared. My cousin Mijael and Jose said we'd better get back, but right then we realized that the island had a very strange shape, like a pig's head. We thought it was a cabernet and that there could be a treasure, and we kept going down, when it got dark, we could not climb and it was very frightening. Just at that moment we saw some car lights above and our parents were very frightened that they were looking for us desperate, when they finally managed to rescue us, they challenged us all and made us lie down to the tents. It was a very exciting adventure but with a sad ending, because my parents were very frightened because we could have drowned.